Who knew it was pos­si­ble to love a cat so?

I’d always thought of myself as a dog per­son. I liked cats–we’d always had both cats and dogs when I was grow­ing up–but I never felt the need to have one when I was on my own. Then I acquired a hus­band and chil­dren. Then we got Cor­nelia. And Fang. And Fergus.

And Spot. Two years ago, he showed up in our yard, starv­ing. My hus­band wanted to feed him, and I said OK, but he wasn’t com­ing in the house. Of course, a cou­ple of months later, Spot was inside and sleep­ing with us. He turned out to be the most lov­ing, won­der­ful, funny, absolutely best cat ever.

Spot died tonight. Our hearts are all bro­ken. Rest in peace, sweet boy.